He works his way over the scratches carefully, some of them re-opening a little under the attention. It makes Lancelot wince a little, since that probably isn't exactly pleasant, but this way at least he can be sure it's all clean and he can put something on them to stop Faolan's clothes rubbing.
"Was it deep?" he prompts, then touches a finger to the cut down Faolan's arm. "This, before she looked at it?"
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He works his way over the scratches carefully, some of them re-opening a little under the attention. It makes Lancelot wince a little, since that probably isn't exactly pleasant, but this way at least he can be sure it's all clean and he can put something on them to stop Faolan's clothes rubbing.
"Was it deep?" he prompts, then touches a finger to the cut down Faolan's arm. "This, before she looked at it?"